One of Murphy's laws. And if it isn't one it should be.

Why is it that when you don't want to talk to happy, cheery people, they come and seek you out? Is it some sort of sadistic-radar? Do they think they are helping you? Really, miserable people want to be left alone. So go giggle elsewhere before I get out my instruments of torture.

current music: Lorreena McKennit, in a desperate attempt to calm myself.
current mood: Fucking cranky

Good to know Bush got a *warm* welcome.............Ahahahahahaha.

Memorable quotes of the day:

"Good grief, there's turnip in there" (insert disgusted face)
" Last night I thought I peed my bed"
" I hate rice, and today, I hate EVERYTHING"
"I got to talk to my cow on the phone" "your cow?" "CAT, my cat"
"WAHhhhhhh"
"I wonder if they'll give me steroids"
"If I was a guy I would pay you five bucks to scoop that out of the sink and eat it"

current music:Suzanna, Leonard Cohen
current mood: Okay, but it's been a roller coaster today.

Sunday

Ahhh. My paper is done. hourrah! I also have the house to myself, which is nice, and I ad a great stirfry for dinner and chocolate and grapes for desert. Productie day. I give myself an A+. Now if only my profs would do the same.........

current music: Ashes, Something Corporate ON FULL BLAST!!! (since im alone.)

Snip snip!

Kate and Mriss are both thinking about cutting their hair, doing something different. I hate it when people around me get all excited about their hair, and changing it, because it makes me feel like going somewhere and letting someone hack at my hair until I'm someone stunning and beautiful looking. The results are ephemeral and often annoying after the comments die down...but the urge is always there, lurking under the surface.

One day I will give my mother a heart attack by coming home with black hair cut as short as Kate's. It will probably look awful, but one day, I am just going to give in to the urge, and I will be done for. It's like Im that little hobbit dude in Lord of the Rings, and I have to hang on to this desire for a new hair-cut, (just like he has to hang on to the ring,) but never give in to it, or else the results will be catastrophic. (the end of middle-earth!!! oh no!)

current music: Feel, Robbie Williams
current mood: sleepy

Ahhh...

I've changed my mind: I am glad that I went to the mall. All I had to do was think about the essay a little more, and the words are just pouring from my head like sap from a tree. It's great, one of the best feelings in the world.

current music: Feels Like Home, Chantal Kreviazuk
current mood: No longer tired or cranky. ^_^

Me+Saturday = Slacker

Here I go with the math again. This is again an equation of suckiness. I woke up, went to brunch at Amanda's (which was great fun, thanks for the treat 'Manda!) came back and went to the mall for 3 hours, and now it's 6 O'clock and I still haven't got a single sentence for the paper that is due Monday afternoon. It's a good thing that this is the last paper of term.

current music:Pledge of Allegiance, Matthew Good
current mood: Tired and cranky

Snowfakes on roses...

It's snowing, the first real snow of the year. Tomorrow the kids will come out and make snow angels and forts to keep themselves safe from the cold. For now though, the snow is mine. I sit on the porch, clutching the warm coffee I've made, and savour the smell or the cold: that sharp, clean smell that comes after a snowfall and tingles at your nose until you can't feel it anymore. Breath it in, tomorrow will come, and the peace will be shattered.

Brings to mind that lovely faery-tale by Hans Christian Anderson: The Snow Queen. Poor little Gerta, and Kay, but it all works out in the end.

Decorated the Chritsmas tree tonight. I was going to hold out until Dec.1st, but tonight felt right. This is the best part of the season. Early December has all of the feelings, the cheer, the nostalgia, with none of the rush. Happy Christmas, it's going to be a good one. ^_^

Let's all have a moment of silence for Kate's throat and Marissa's computer. Very, very sick, but hopefully not dead.

Kate says my poem doesn't make any sense. But it does, it does!

Here we go again.......

So now it's Jesus? GET A GRIP PEOPLE!!!

Let it Snow!!!!

Ahh, second-last paper of the term is finito!! I glory in this sort of fulfilled glow I get whenever I finish a paper, accomplishment being the key to that particular feeling. Of course, the feeling is somewhat tempered by the fact that I have been unable to write a successful paper all of term, and I am somewhat wary of my mark, because even though I think it is a good paper does not affect what my proffesor will think.

It's been snowing all afternoon, and it's absolutely glorious. We will have a white Christmas yet!

My buddy has challenged people to write a poem with 11 random words he's chosen. These are the words: nine/eyes/written/exciting/still/lived/crying/almost/fly/those/sense .

This is what I came up with:

Those eyes fly crying,
Nine, almost exciting;
Written sense still lived.

So, I guess I'm passing on the challenge. What can you all come up with?

current music: Glyserine, Bush

Alright!!

I could run a marathon! I went to bed super early last night and succeeded in getting 14 straight hours of sleep. I had weird dreams again, but they weren't as bad as the alien ones, so that was cool. I sort of woke up at 2am, after I had gotten 4 1/2 hours of sleep, because my body is used to being deprived I guess, but after a while I was able to get back to sleep.

There was snow on the ground when I woke up! Only a piddly centimeter or so, but snow! Slowly we are getting to where I want to be. Only 29 more centimeters and I will be set!! I hope that Kate can get rid of her shift on Sunday, so that we can go to the mall and listen to carols and see the Holiday decorations...and then we'll decorate all 3 feet of our tree! I supposed we should buy some popcorn without butter...hmm.

current music: Someday, Somehow, Nickleback

So.

Today has been interesting. Woke up petrified, because I dreamed about aliens last night. I was like an effed up version of H.G Wells War of the Worlds. Started out with Kate, Marissa and I walking to the Fieldhouse, and when we crossed the bridge, we looked up and there's like heavy-duty space wars going on in the sky. Laser-beams shooting and blowing each other up, and the space ships looked kinda like the ones in Independance Day, with Will Smith. Of course, now that I think about it, it doesn't make sense that the space-ships were firing at each other...but it was majorly scary.

And I started running, and somehow ended up in Guelph, at Jim's house, and I HAD to rescue the boys because they were in trouble and the aliens had got my parents. And then I saved Nathan by hiding him in a secret alcove. Anthony unfourtunately got kidnapped by the aliens, and probably fried, all since I am a failure as a sister. (Well....im not Xena or anything, just me.)

And other stuff happened that I don't remember. But it was very scary, and I was jarred out of REM this morning by the alarm clock, so my brain didn't even have the decency to forget what happened, and I woke up scared and shivery and miserable. I don't even know how aliens got into my thoughts, because I am not a big sci-fi fan. weird.

Then I went and took my test, which I think went well, especially the Dictee. Lab was good too, I don't think that we won, but we still got an excellent mark, I think.

Anyhow, Im so tired I may take a nap, and hope that no aliens come and get me.

current music: See my Vest, Mr. Burns

Ahhh, Nostalgia

Well, I think I'm more tired today than I was yesterday. Went to French Civ, and really I needn't have bothered. I have no clue what we talked about in class today. I mean, really. Not at ALL. Marissa spilled water on her laptop and it has died. She took it to reznet. I hope ti will be alright.

Watched Back to the Future and it was great. God, I love Micheal J. Fox.

Whoa now. I just checked MSN to see who was online, and Erica quoted from me as her name. Isn't that great? aha. I just love it. Thanks, you're the best!

current music: Sisters of Mercy. Leonard Cohen

AHAHAH!

Kate's Blog:

Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Quattro....you are my hero. i'm so glad the french project is finally finished....................


I feel loved. And appreciated. I think I might feel more loved if she didn't call me Quattro so much... but I'm learning to love it.

xoxox
Best team ever!

12+12+12-3+1=34

Alright. Now I suppose I should explain why I have random math equations on my blog. Actually, it's me, very slowly and painstakingly counting out how long I have been awake.

Turns out that I have been awake for 33 hours, and since it's almost one, which I didn't realize until just now, really it's 34 hours. At 5:30 yesterday morning I was sitting outside in the rain, wondering at the fact that twichering, bendy, trembling aspens were really twichery and trembly, why the wind was talking to me, why I was outside in slippers, no coat and pyjamas and why oh WHY could I not fall asleep?
Then, shivering and fretful, I stumbled back into bed, and blessedly, I slept. (this is the minus 3)

Until 8:30, when I had to wake up to get ready for class. Which I did. (Go me!) Then I walked to the Borelaskin to see Dr. Passmore and get the camera. He's not there. It's alright I say to myself, he must be on lunch. Walk back to the Braun Building, hand in my re-done paper, go to campus tech, go home, download Movie Maker, eat lunch with Kate, email Passmore. Lunch is done. wait. Email Lucas Johnson. wait.

I started to get worried then.

Call Amanda, and ask her to come over. There's a technical difficulty (ie.no cam) but we can start on the script. ok. wait. Get an email back from Johnson: pick up the cam at the undergrad office. alright.So I walk back to the Boralaskin with Amanda and Kate (need I mention it's freezing and the wind is no longer talking like it was at 5am, its HOWLING.) Pick up the camera. Okay. Walk back home (do I need to tell you people it's a 15 minute walk each way?)

There's no cassette in the camera.

Email Johnson, go back to the undergrad office he says. Off I go, all alone, to the Boralaskin, again. Pick up the cassette, (secretaries are laughing at this point,) go back home. Start taping. It's funny, it's working, hourrah!

Until I try to plug the cam into my computer to download the files off the cam. The computer doesn't recognize the camera. Johnson didnt put the install disk in the bag.*Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck*

Its okay it's okay, I say. We will tape the rest of the movie, and then take the cam to the Boralaskin computer lab, edit it there. Okay.

Until I tape over some of the video we had done before. *sob*

Says the Kate/Manda duet: "It's okay Rae, you're an idiot, but we can still do this."

Okay.

We re-do the scenes we missed. Oh no! It's 5:30! Kate and I have class in one hour, we havent eaten since lunch, we are nowhere near done. What do we do? We call prof. Soldan: Busy. We call again: Busy. We walk to her office: she's not there. We continue on and take the camera back to the Boralaskin (still freezing.) We can't get the computer to recognize the camera either. *fuuuuuck* We change computers, it works. We start editing. Painstaking. 7:30. We've missed half of our class, we feel like throwing ourselves into lake tamblyn, but we have the basic layout of the movie done. We try to save it, so that we can email it to ourselves so we can work on it at home. It wont save to my storm account: too big. It won't save on the C: drive, god knows why. I tinker for awhile, finally get it to work. Okay.

Amanda goes home to do some other homework and study for a test. Kate and I head to the Post, eat something, get her chocolate stuck in the machine, get harrassed by a security guard, go home. I start working on the hard-core editing. I continue to do this until, well, now.

Now I am going to go to bed.
In 8 hours I have to go back to the Boralaskin to return the camera.

BUT: we have a damn good movie.

I want to write but I can't find anything to write about

I want to read but I cant find anything I want to learn

I want to sing, but I can't find any reason to

I want to dance but I can't find my feet

I want to cook but I can't find anyone to cook for

I want to eat but I can't find my hunger.

I want to sleep but I can't find any dreams to lull me

I want to fly but I can't find my wings

Well, it's monday. *waves at monday despondantly*

Ahh well. At least we're moving. You know, the zen religion believes that change is an eternal state of being: everything is transistional. Apparently it is very hard to learn to think that way. I don't know if I like that idea. I mean...doesn't that suggest that everything is really, just building up to something? And if it is, what is that something, and why do we never get to it? I read somewhere that all the religions are not completely wrong, and not completely right, that everyone has something but seperately they have nothing.

Maybe that sort of answers our meaning of life question as well. Seperate moments mean nothing, but together they mean everything. But no, that can't be right. What kind of meaning is that?

current music: Solzbury Hill, Erasure

WTF?!?!?!

15 thousand dollars for a GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH?!?!?! Virgin Mary?!?! You have GOT to be joking. Some people are seriously deranged.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dllViewItem&category
=19270&item=5535890757&rd=1#ebayphotohosting

Ahhhh...sunday.

So happy. Just realized that I don't actually have to work all day today. Because I finished that composition Thursday, and I finished half my French civ paper yesterday, and added some today, and did the readings I had to do before I could write my gender paper...I get a break! I didnt think I did, but that's because Warburton's class on wednesday is cancelled..some sort of family thing. So the paper isn't due til the 29th, which gives me a whole other weekend to work on it! And I have mon/tues to work on the civ paper, so that's not a real rush either!

current music: Take This Waltz, Leonard Cohen

Po' Boy Blues --Langston Hughes

When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole damn world's turned cold.

I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.
Yes, I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong,
But this world is weary
An' de road is hard an' long.

I fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
Fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
She made me lose ma money
An' almost lose ma mind.

Weary, weary,
Weary early in de morn.
Weary, weary,
Early, early in de morn.
I's so wearyI wish
I'd never been born.

Very good friday night!

So, yesterday was spent cleaning and doing homework, until 6:15 when we left to walk to the theater to watch Bridget Jones 2, The Edge of Reason. It's a great sequel, absolutely hilarious, and Colin Firth is hotter than ever before, with or without his side-burns.

Memorable quotes included:
"This is Bridget Jones, standing in a vat of excrement"
"I'm sorry, but I'm about to come"
and
"Fraulein eich bebe!"

It's great, go see it, I'll see it again. Go Bridge!

Then we went to Warp9 and danced and drank and drank and danced. And I danced with some old guy named John who wanted my number and I said no.... It was good times.

Went shopping today, officially have gone over-budget for this semester. *sigh* Well, it was bound to happen. I never have been good at numbers. At least there are only 3 weeks left until the end of term.

Something is amiss!!

Well, Kate's practically jumping from excitement. Crime Scene Investigation Forensic something something have appeared on campus, and Ambulances took away a girl in rez on a stretcher. Rumour mongers were apparently standing around watching for half an hour in the freezing cold. Weirdos *rolls eyes*

Alright!!!

Well, Passmore is the greatest, and is letting me borrow the digital camera even though I am not in his class anymore. Vive la Baguette!!! :)

Also got the Beta version of MSN. It's really funny. I'm looking forward to this update. ahaha. Although, since MSN is now owned by...whoever bought it, I can't remember anymore.. they are starting to add dollar signs to the coolest stuff. *sigh*

I slit myself shaving today. go me!

I am going to start working on homework now. ^_^

current music: The Ukraine, Barrage

On your mark, get set...GO!!

All right, I'm all set for tomorrow. Got the tickets, courtesy of Erin and her fabulous van, and watched Bridget Jones the first, in order to prepare myself for the amazing sequel which I have been waiting for for quite awhile.

Tomorrow I think I shall sleep in until eleven, at which time I will wake up, and start working on some homework that desperately needs doing. I did get that french comp. out of the way, but as I have a test, a film, a paper and the comp due all on next wed/thurs I think I should get more than that done by the end of the weekend, especially considering...actually, I've lost my train of thought and I haven't a clue what I was going to say.

I think I will go to sleep now.

current music: Miss Jones and I, what's his name, BJ's soundtrack.

Remember when...

It's good to feel like a kid. It's funny what can do it for you. Granted, I feel like a kid most of the time, but I think that's a good thing. Tonight, what did it for me was Winnie the Pooh zoodles.

Not that I ever had Winnie the Pooh zoodles as a kid, because I don't think they had graduated to sailor moon/simpson/pooh shapes yet, but I did have zoodles. There is just something about the noodly shapes and pretend-spaghetti sauce that makes you want to skip, play kissing tag or muck around on the slip-and-slide.

I was lucky as a kid. My mom and dad were good friends with an cartoon artist working for Disney. I got a room paited like the side of a zoodles can, (minus the words) which is actually way cooler than it sounds. When my youngest brother was born, we moved out of that house, however, and rented it to some stupid University of Guelph students. Now, I don't know what was wrong with them, but they didn't like the idea of having a zoodles-painted wall, and my dad painted over it. I don't remember what colour it was, but it was probably something hideous like taupe or eggshell.

I wish that paint was like wallpaper, and you could painstakingly (I don't expect it to be easy) remove covering layer by layer until I got that original zoodle can wall. Or that dad had cleverly put a layer of saran wrap onto the wall first and painted ~that~ taupe, and you could go and find the edge and just...rip it off! But that is only, unfourtunately, one of the many ridiculous fantasies floating around in my head.


current music: When Love Comes to Town, U2

*sigh*

Wow. I just found out that Nina got 58% and 60% on those papers for Warburton. I find that I am coming to terms with the 70% and the 68% that I got. Hey, she could always bell-curve it!! :)

AHahaha. Gotta love the Argus. So true, so very true. Women are hypocrites. Go us!

How do you start your day? "Good morning lord!", or "Good Lord, it's morning..."

Aha. I love that saying. Of course, I would be highly prejudice towards saying the second, for a couple solid reasons, and then some not-so solid ones as well.

In any case, this morning has started off fine.

I got to be the first to shower = hot morning showery goodness. Kate's off to a shakier start, as I knocked on her door at quarter after nine to ask her if she was going to our ten O'clock class, so as I am writing this she is frantically trying to wake herself up and get ready for class all at the same time. I for one, am very lucky that I don't sleep through alarms. I never have, although I will admit to getting up, turning the alarm off and then sleeping through the alarm that never rings. Of course I am always perfectly lucid when I do this, so I wake up later with no small guilt. Currently trying to remember the literary device that I just used, and all I can remember is Euphues, because I was thinking about it yesterday, but really, it doesnt have anything to do with it. Time to pull out the notes from last year. *sigh*

AHA!!! It was Litotes. Alright. Now my morning can be put back on track.


Tonight is my bar-date with Erin, not that she can drink because she has to work at 8am. So she is going to be bored and sad. Which I will try to remedy as I stumble around pretending to dance. Tomorrow is Bridget Jones with the gang, except that Ani can't come because she didn't book it off work (dorkus!!)

Now it's off the french..... Happy hapy joy joy.....

:P

Warburton is a meanie-head. Bah. Wordy. Hah! Wordy my fanny!!!!

Oh.

It was Kate. She didn't go to class this morning.

OoOOOOoooOooOoOooOooo

Wow. I wish that Olga didn't move around our house like a ghost. I mean, it's creepy! One minute she's not there and then BAM! She's right next to you asking dumb questions. Or, you'll see her putting her coat on, and she'll walk out the door and say "bye" and 4 minutes later, the water is running upstairs, with the door closed, while marissa tells you, it's the neighboors. But it's not!!! It's our creepy roomate!! Creepy creepy creepy. Reminds me of The Yellow Wallpaper, I've started hallucinating the old woman in the wallpaper and the garden, creep creep creeping, and driving you insane.

...

Har har har.

Very nice Cydney, way to go!

Have I mentioned that friends who mess with my mind get beaned over the head with a chunk of coal on Christmas? Yeah. They do. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Lah-dee-dah

Went to class, it was awesome. Cindy (prof) started crying she got so into Lampman. It was great.

Then the Kate and I went to the Study and had some mad hot-chocolate with whipped cream and caramel and nanaimo bars, and then we lazed around some on the couches, talking about bizarre pictures of Kate that her sister took, and the naked art on the walls of the study. And then we took the long way home and talked about bears.

And then I came back and got really happy because I had 3 emails!! 3!! For-real, not forwards, emails!! And one was from Sheena!! Yay! I miss her. I'm bummed now, thinking of her being boring and at U of T and not where she is meant to be, which is here, with me, having our own personal book club. But maybe she will come visit on her reading week, which is nice at least.

And then I got the comments on my blog...and was creeped out, and oddly flattered, by some weirdo...and um.... that's it.

oh..

Whoo! Msn has this awesome "import contacts" function now. Not like the olden days.
So I did change my MSN too.

ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

Hey!

My hotmail account has been weird for a while now, and I can't figure out what it is that is wrong with it. I can't get into my account at all, on any computer, but I can get into other people's (heh heh heh)

So, I decided to get a new one so that it wouldn't be screwed up. I have put off doing this for a while, because it means I will have to contact everyone I know and tell them about it....and that's a pain in my arse. But this post helps a bit. I think. I hope. *sigh*

The new e-mail addy is: (surprise surprise) swanky_little_duck@hotmail.com

Should be easy enough for y'all to remember!!!

In other news, I did laundry this morning. After these people woke me up with a frigging TRACTOR below my window. No jokes. Oh well, it was time I got up anyway, but a tractor!?!??! These LU people hae some issues.

Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire;

Whose trees in summer yield shade,

In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years, slide soft away

In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mixed; sweet recreation,

And innocence, which most does please

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Alexander Pope

Warm fuzzy feelings

Yay for finishing the frenzy of book-reading. Whoosh. Good day. Boring, but Good. Sometimes it's the simple stuff that just makes you happy. :)

I have that heavy, tired headache that makes you just want to lay down and drift off...
I think I'll do that....

current music: Have You Ever, Brandy

Well....

I don't know about you all, but I was most definately amused by that audio-post. 22 seconds worth of gut-wrenching laughter, if you want my honest opinion. Of course, I wish I didn't sound like a 3 year old, but what can you do?

Did laundry last night, read, talked to msieur Corey, finished that paper on Language in Quebec, slept. Woke up, had breakfast with Kate, edited my paper, talked to rachel and aaron, called my mum, went to class.

That was my day. I highly doubt it will get anymore interesting either.

current music:Cherry Popsicle, Jann Arden

New-fangeled-audio-thingymajig...

Wow.

I just signed up for audioblogger. This is probably bad news for my long-distance bill, but I had to try it. ahahaha. This is great. I don't even know if it works..but we shall see, we shall see...

There go my begeezes...

Holy crap.

I was scared out of my wits once again tonight. I've decided I am going to have to start keeping a tally of who gets scared by whom, when and why.

I suppose that I should start at the beginning, re-cap the Yorick incident, which was bloodcurdling episode number one, where he randomly appeared in the window while Marissa and I were dancing around in the kitchen, and stood there looking at as, and we saw and screamed.

Bloodcurdling episode number two actually happened last night, while Marissa, Kate and I were out walking, randomly, on unlit paths, just for kicks. We're walking along, creeping each other out, talking about how we would be attacked by the black beavers of mordor...and then all the sudden there is this huge black shape hurtling towards us at breakneck speed. After we realize (belatedly) that this is not some sort of hallucination, Kate screams, I scream, Marissa screams and grabs Kate out of the way as some psycopathic cyclist continues speeding down the path without so much as a "sorry." And we're left there stand there and hyperventilate and laugh together.

Bloodcurdling episode number three occurs in the laundry house of Phase 1, earlier this evening. Kate and I are standing around talking about how exposed we are because the laundry room is light-up like Christmas morning, and the windows only let you see in, not out, because of the glare and the inky blackness that is Thunder Bay after dark (as witnessed before in both Episodes 1&2) we get the laundry out of the dryer, make our way to the door, (also glass,) open it and I scream like there is no tomorrow because there is this random person there all of the sudden, and shell-shock poor Dan (at least I think that is his name) who is calmly coming to get his laundry.

Halloween is definately over, this has got to stop. I'm going to turn into a nervous wreck.
But (retroactively of course,) it is kind of funny.

current music: Morning Song, Jewel

Wow.

Today I am having some problems. Mainly with my motor skills and my communication skills, but I think I have suddenly develloped dyslexia.

I am up, but I don't want to work. Ew. I also should do laundry. Ew.

current music: Weak and Powerless, APC

Alright....

Well, apparently my roomates don't take too kindly to being called idiots, loving tone notwithstanding. I mean, the italics were there, the smiley was there. I figured it just screamed "You are idiots, but I love y'all."

But apparently not. Threats of hostile take-overs, implementing of hacker-virus-bombs and the creation of a website for "Swanky_Tamogochi_Lovers" have prompted an apology, if not a full retraction.

But: I just can't do it.

I love you, you idiots. :P

AND I'm not scared of you!!!

current music: The Nurse Who Loved Me, A Perfect Circle

Oh riiiiiiiightttt.....

I forgot to do my job.

Tonight my job is to promote Kate's friend Bayan's band called Still Life which I have to say gets a thumbs up from me. I would gladly be a groupie. ;) But then...Ive always wanted to be a groupie.

Bayan is amazing on the vocals, and their just really really good. I actually got a semi-personal performance from Bayan last year while I was in kate's room. One day, when they are as big as U2, I will be able to look back and say "wow, I saw him singing over a webcam once."

So anyhow, you all should check them out: www.still4life.com

My work here is done. ^_^

current music: Raine, Still Life

Brilliant

Just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Again. So brilliant.

Kate and Marissa have gone off to Walmart, randomly, because they found Tamogochi's in the flyer, and they got so nostalgic they felt the need to walk half an hour to buy them. Idiots. :)

I think that I am going to read chapter 4, take some notes, and then tomorrow I can get started on the paper. Gross. I hate writing papers. Well, not usually, but I hate writing 70 gagillion papers. Gah.


current music: Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime, Beck

Today:

Well, today I woke up late, got up, cleaned ,my room, did some sewing, cleaned the kitchen, had lunch, messed around on the net, went to a group meeting with Maghan, made a date with maghan for next Friday (Bridget Jones II!!!)

Now I'm talking to Stephen, my Ireland buddy, and it's fun. :)

I need to eat dinner soon, and I am going to have to turn up the heat in this room because it is FREEZING.

Ok. the end.

Favorite time! 2:22!!!

Whoo!

Im drunk. well, tipsy.

I stayed to the very last dance for the 1st time ever. And I danced with Kyle for the last dance of the night (he's cute) and this other boy like..attacked marissa, and I saved her, and then he attacked me and I was grossed out. Grinding is icky, I have decided, especially with gross boys. That makes it gross-er. Oh my head is dizzy. I put lots of makeup on tonight, so I looked like a vamp, it was fun. MWAH! I love you all. I am going to go and sleep now.

Oh, and they played our song. :)

Oh, and boys were wearing kilts for novemberance day, and it was funny.

Poison Bits

Well, the dip is also finished.
But I have to say it: my mum's is better. :*(

It's rather sad, actually. I hope that people eat it, because if they don't I will be eating black beans for a fortnight, and that's not something I would look forwards to doing, especially considering the whole dip-experience was under parr.

In any case, now I am waiting for Maghan to get her butt in gear and call me so that we can head out to Nina's. And then I will have fun, and then I will come back and SLEEP.

WoOT!

Done done done done!!!!!!!

Whoo!! The evil technology project of death is FINISHED!!!

Now I am going to go and make blackbeandip.

This is Corey holding the most expensive and gigantic chocolate bar known to me, and possibly to mankind. I'm jealous. mmm. Chocolate.

Hallelujiah!

Oh joy, Oh rapture!

Paul talked to me.

Paul, that wonderful, gorgeous, amazing, breathtaking, staggering and magnificent sex-god talked. To me. Of his own free will and volition, and with absolutely no more than a glance on my part. How great is that?

I've really missed his shoulders from last year. He doesn't sit in front of me anymore, you see.
But he talked to me. *sigh*

:) :) :) :) :) :) :)

You're my angelllllll.....

Alright, enough with the singing.
It's nearly 1, and I slept in, had a nice shower, which I hope that Kate is not regretting for me right now. And we are going grocery shopping. I have the list of ingredients for the black-bean dip, I just hope I don't go over-budget for this semester. It's getting close to crunch-time. I can't stop myself from looking for the northern lights every time I go outside and it's dark out. Every time I close my eyes I can see them in my head, twinkling away.

Last night I dreamed that Elise and aunt Carole had dyed my hair black. I liked it, so did mom. ha.

I'm so hyped for the Guelph-ness that is happening in exactly 32 days. WoOT!

current music: Pink, Aerosmith. But it was Angel, before. Hence the Title of the entry.

Umm.

Apparently I can't spell at all today. You'll have to excuse the bad bad mistakes. And if you don't, well, I don't like you anyhow. *yawn*

On he first day of Christmas...actually, this post has nothing to do with Christmas. But it does have 12 sections?

Well, today is over. Cool. It's actually tomorrow since it's 12:30.

So. Today:

1.Went to my last Drama in Ed. class. Cool, fun, handed in my paper, did the self-evaluation, left early.
2. Came home, read some Nora Roberts, which is my fall-back easy read for when I need some sappy, happy romantic stuff in my blood-stream.
3. Ate.
4. Went to French Civ. was bored and confused all at the same time, gave up trying to understand and did the readings for Lit theory instead. Which took talent, as I was half listening to the prof ramble on in french and was reading in English at the same time. It's like doing math and painting all at the same time. Pretty hard.
5.Went to Lit theory and Criticism, had the syllabus changed for the better. Got a lecture on how basically no-one understood the Will and Greenblatt essays so my paper is just like all the other ones, which is a relief and a disappointment all at once. moved on to Artistote and Plato and realism. Got confused when (I thought) she said that Virginia Woolf was a realist, but my brain suffered some sort of time-lag (aliens?) and we had moved on to modernists by then and that made sense. ( Try to figure something like Orlando as a "realist" novel. It would confuse you too.)
6. Said goodbye to Kate as she rushed off to work.
7. Ate.
8. Napped, frm 5:30 until 9pm. Dumb. But I needed it. And somehow I am still tired, so I wil be going to sleep shortly.
9. Woke up and called Sheila, learned about the Dorwick formal, which I am sad that I missed.
10. Made tea, sat around, talked on msn, talked to kate.
11.Called mom and got the recipe for Black-bean dip for the pot-luck on Thursday.
12. Here I am, with a headache and a kink in my neck. Got to do the sit-ups, wash the face and head to bed.

Got a crush on you...

Wow. Gershwin is just not meant to be sung by someone in a formal tone. I just heard a version of 'I've Got a Crush On You' that was sung in a formal, operatic tone. It was indescribably bad. Apparently the folks down at CBC think it's 'more intense' this way. I think it's more crappy. Not that I mind opera (which I'm sure those of you who actually know me can attest to) it's just that..Gershwin?

Moving along, it's far too eraly in the morning, and I am really tired. Mostly because I didnt fall asleep until two in the morning.

But there is snow on the ground. I'm happy. But I'm pretty sure that that will end as soon as I set foot outside.

And now:

it's snowing. Maybe it will stay on the ground! ^_^

Oh my Goodness. I just saw the most wonderful thing in the entire world. It was completely awe inspiring. Kate and I go outside, trekking to the laundry room (in sweats a tee shirt and flip flops--so cold.) to get her clothes, and there are these AMAZING lights in the sky. Oh god, it was absolutely brilliant. Obviously, this picture isn't one I took, but I put it up to emphasize how fucking brilliant they are. (I did take a couple pictures, but I will have to wait until they are developed to see if they turn out.) The lights were huge, covered a lot of the sky, and they were mostly green, like in the picture, but there were blues and pinks as well. When they shimmered and moved it looked just like piano keys being played in the sky.

Can you tell this was my first time?

*sigh*

I have been waiting for this since I moved to Thunder Bay. Now I am a true northerner. Well actually, not quite. The true northerners hardly pause when they see the lights. But I will never be that jaded. EVER.

Success!!

Well, I am a happy person right now. :)

My priority homework is finished, with hours to spare, and I'm happy with it, which is always a bonus. I also have succeeded in shrinking my pants so that they will fit, without them becoming bothersomely small, which is a whole new world of talent.

Now, I can't remember what other homework I have, and I know I have some, but I will still have some time to lay around with Kate and knit and watch a movie, and possibly even *gasp* read for pleasure!!

Talked to mom last night, she's doing fine. Chopping wood with Martin apparently. Weird concept of a 'break,' but they seemed to be having fun... Martin has informed me that it's my job to chop down the Christmas tree this year. He seems determined to toughen me up or something. I would be content to let Elise do it: I mean, it's what she's good at, right? Why take away her job?

current music: So Impossible, Dashboard Confessionals

Feels like sunday. Glad it's not.

Got a lot of work done today. I can't work anymore though, or my brain will explode. Drama Assignment is 5 pages long with one to go. I hope I do alright. All she told us was:

"Choose a curriculum topic and describe 6 drama activities for that particuar grade and topic. List what skills are being taught at the end of each activity."

And that was it. No page quota or anything. Freakish, I know.
Had a major cooking day today. ahaha. Kate and Rae, cooking all day. :)

First: crepes in the AM.
Second: Homemade pizza (dough and all) for lunch.
Third: Pasta (not too work-intensive I know) for dinner.
Fourth: Muffins.

I am amazed that the kitchen is as clean as it is. We are a good team.

Also discovered I am commitment-phobic. Shit. As if I didn't have enough issues.

current music: Have you Ever, Brandy

Computer's back!

I can't believe how dead I feel today. *yawn*
It's barely 8 O'clock, and I feel like I could sleep the rest of the night away.

Good day today, I got things done: probaby as a result of the fact that CampusTech had my computer. (How ironic is that?) I had a group meeting with Will today, and we pretty much figured out what we have to do for this project. He is pretty technology savvy, which makes this project a lot easier. I wrote up a lesson plan for our project, and we will get together again on Thursday to finish the thing off, tape the lesson and everything. It should only take a few hours to finish, and I will have that off my plate, finally.

I have to start work on this Drama paper. 35% is a big chunk of my mark, so I have to do well. It shouldn't be too big of an issue, I have a lot of ideas, it's just the fact of sitting down and getting it done that I am having trouble with. I'll get some stuff done tomorrow, I promise.

Kate and I watched The Sweetest Thing tonight, I think she liked it. :) It's a cute movie, that's for sure. Anyone up for a movie montage? ahaha.

I think I am going to go lay on my bed and listen to Jewel for a while. Maybe if I fall asleep I won't feel bad for not going to Lena's. Who has energy to go out every week? God I'm boring. Oh well. At least I'm a happy boring person today.

current music: Little Sister, Jewel

Raindrops keep falling on my head...

It's a nice day outside. Perfectly lovely. It's bright and sunny, with a slight chill in the air, and pretty raindrops falling lightly to the ground. I met with two little daisies, struggling to believe that it is still summer, or at the very least, autumn. I went for a walk, obviously, and I have come back with roses in my cheeks and a bright outlook for the weekend.

Kate and I made ginger-peanutbutter oatmeal cookies, which sound slightly odd, but a really quite good. We had a nice time, sitting around, baking, talking, laughing, knitting, and then un-knitting Kate's scarf, which wasn't the tragedy it sounds.

I brought in my laptop to CampusTech. Hopefully they will be able to repair whatever bug found it's way into my computer with minimal fuss. They said it should be done by tomorrow, which isn't as horrible as it could be. I could be computer-less for more than that without getting bored....Couldn't I?

I suppose I will start working on my Comp. Education project and my drama assignment. They both need to be figured out soon.

I wonder if I will go to Lena's party this weekend. They said they might being going to Warp9, but I think they have turned it into a house-party instead. I don't know. I will see when it comes time to decide. She won't be too disappointed if I don't go. It's what they expect of me. I'm boring, you see.

Current Music: Our Lives, The Calling

today

Well, it's over.
Today, I mean.
Today is over.
Which is nice.
Wasn't the best day,
Wasn't the worst.
Just average.
Isn't that nice?


current music: Carry This Picture, Dashboard Confessionals

Make way for the Lemon Parade...

*yawn*

Busy day. Tuesday's over. Yay. Tomorrow will be even busier. I have started a new scarf. It is even more stripey than the last one. i hope I have a good sleep tonight. I will need it for tomorrow. I go alllll day. Need to tweak my essay in the morning, class at one, then I have another class right after, then I have a 40 minutes break, the I have another class. Then I have a grop meeting for that online course of hell. I can't forget to bring my laptop, I need to install the kidpix software...hmm. Should be home from the group meeting by 9pm. If I'm not, then send out a search party, and remember the name William Cox, because he is the random internet guy I am going to see. Alright, I cant stop yawning, therefore I should go to bed.

The End

Quack.

So I got my french test back. It's sad that I was happy with my mark of 74%
I made some pretty stupid mistakes (think, without the 't', only in french, which makes it penser, without the 's' that kind of thing.) But whatever, the average was 60-something, so I am above average and that is all that matters.
Finished my Warburton paper that is due tomorrow. Going to fix up my Can Lit critiques one last time, maybe add in some more random quotations as proofs...
Argued with Nabarra about my french essay. Succeeded in getting extra marks, so I went from a 75% to an 80, which is where I should be..

Finally am going to eat lunch, which is good. I haven't been hungry since yesterday.
Oh, and Matt might come up from North Carolina pretty soon, which could be cool.

So how about those crazy americans eh? Hosers. With Bush or Kerry, you lose either way. At least Kerry is less creepy. Even if his wife is a moron. pumpkin cookies? puh-leeese!

Good Morning.....

Good morning........
Corey called last night, poor guy is sick, and I kept feeling like I was going to catch-cold through the telephone, which is ridiculous. I actually was on the phone a lot last night, which was partly (mostly?) responsible for my getting to the half-way point on my paper at 1:30 this morning. I'll finish the rest before the night-class of death. Talked to grandad, who is home from the hospital, and is well, but feeling bored and "listless" (direct quote..lol) My mother gave him a Harlequin Romance to read....needless to say, he was not impressed. I told mom she should go out and get him a movie. I wonder if she did. I want to go back to sleep and get warm again. *sigh*
Too bad I have class this morning...

Aww man!

Okay, so I'm not done the essay. Okay, so it's due on Wednesday.
But it's 1:30 in the morning!!
It's half-way done. I refuse to feel guilty about getting some sleep. :P

Broke my earphones, saw Warburton, got my Midterm back fought with Kate.
I hate feeling like this.
God what is my problem, am I bi-polar or what?
Someone please shoot me before I cut off my ear and send it to someone!

^_^

Went to class, came back, sang like a crazy person (sorry Mriss) It's a good day. Now I have to go back to class, and I don't want to go. *sigh* Oh well, after this semester, this class is over and done with! Have to go see Warburton after class. Whoo.

The End

Good Morning!

You know you are in a good mood when you try to put an exclamation mark after your sign-in name.


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Had a good night last night = good dreams = good wake-up = good morning!
Oh crap...class in 10 minutes. Gotta run!

^_^